The human seems to be wandering the rings of Hell, a rumor mill following him as he has a book in his hand, and a Katana on his hip, the hum of it making most demons pretty sick. He would sigh, sitting down at the bar. "...just a hail mary." He drinks it as soon as it pulls up for him, turning to see an Imp nearby, blinking before chuckling. Maybe his night was turning around...
Nikki’s just sitting at a bar after a long night of paperwork— not the stuff he’s usually loaded with, but they were understaffed at the club. He’s chattering with the bartender as he takes sips of something pink, his tail swishing behind the barstool. Regular night, regular drink, regular conversation.
Until he catches sight of the human. With the sword. And the weird-lookin’ book.
He excuses himself, smiling tautly at the bartender, before sliding on over to North. He looks confused. And very curious. “Sinners can’t get to Lust. And for a Sinner, you’re awfully human-looking. Who the fuck are you?”